Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner

Corners seem to be my lot in life. My desk at my last job was tucked away in the farthest corner of the farthest wall—far, far away from all things close. I didn’t mind it at all because it was a great place for me to concentrate and avoid distractions which many times…distract. Not that I can’t still be distracted even when I have hermitized (new word—jot that down) myself from the outside. My mind spits out unfinished tasks and spontaneous curiosities like a broken Uno card dispenser. But the corner helps. There is less temptation to chat in person… and more temptation to chat online. That’s okay though because it is way easier to end an online chat than it is to end a chat in person. Online you can either just stop writing (which, even for online is a little rude) or you simply write a ‘gotta go!’ and be done with it. If I were to joyously shout ‘gotta go!’ to someone I was talking to face-to-face, and then simply turn and tune them out completely while I continue sitting at my desk, facing my computer—well, that simply would not be the end of the conversation. They would think me strange. And I would be because everyone knows you only do things like that online. Voila. My point.
Okay, so now I have a new job and I have again found myself in a corner. This still works fine for me—I have no qualms. Almost. There is one annoying thing about this arrangement that did not haunt me in my old corner. I am now facing a wall in such a way that I have to turn completely around to talk to anyone going by. This is only temporary as we have all agreed that it simply won’t do—we being my neck and back and general sense of convenience. I have plans. Big plans. Soon my computer will be moved to the other wall so that I need only look to the left to see who is talking to me, passing by, waving, banging their head against their desk etc. The only thing I need to put this heaven on my earth is a longer telephone and computer cable. Soon….